The New Gods

Five young adults are mysteriously drawn to a dark cave and find out their lives will never be the same...

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Who are you? Are you the one who called us here?" Margo questioned intensively.
"What, no. I-I- I don't- I don't know. Im Alijah, who are y'all?" He asked, confused.
"If you didn't summon us, then who did?" Phaera inquired as the group looked around skeptically.
"We did." A shrill voice boomed from below, breaking open part of the ground below them, revealing an ominous, floating feminine figure.
"Oh Allah! Run she's going to eat us!" Yamil shouted, dashing towards the cave exit, grabbing Phaera's hand pulling her along. Margo and Kaela ducking behind Leíf.
Alijah stood with his feet planted in the ground, "you! I've seen you before, in my dreams! You're them, you're Hekate." The group behind him watched intensely as he stepped closer, watching as the porcelain mask spun away.
"Precisely. We are the divine, the mother, and the maiden." Their voice was commanding but soft, powerful yet soothing, and distorted but clear. The woman's face flipped every few minutes, changing her garments every time each woman's face switched around in a rhythmic dance. The mother faded from sight and the maiden appeared, wearing a skinny and white dress with a dark colored corset.
"By Allah, Mrs Hek-" Yamil started, cautiously staring in awe at the goddess as her form morphed periodically.
"Miss. She's a maiden. A sorceress." Phaera interjected, widening her eyes, stepping up closer next to Alijah.
"A goddess." Kaela corrected, shoving her nerves in the back of her mind as she contemplated the very real possibility she was dead.
"We are but the conveyor of fate." The divine hoarsely spoke, her porcelain white mask had a carved out mouth and eyes that were inanimate- showing no emotion.